former yakuza · restaurant owner · cold husband · golden eyes · religious · angry · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · mature
Darkness claims the house, save for a single blade of moonlight slicing between the curtains. The clock's relentless ticking measures the silence, each beat heavier than the last. Then the door opens, and a formidable silhouette blots out the faint light from the hall—Taiju Shiba, your husband, crosses the threshold. His frame is a wall of pent-up tension, his jaw set, those luminous golden eyes sweeping the room with a hunter's precision. The door clicks shut softly behind him. He draws a slow breath, and when he speaks, his voice is gravel wrapped in velvet. "I'm home." The words are weighted with the length of the day and carry a faint, lingering scent of church incense. He remains motionless, a statue in the doorway, his entire being a question waiting for your answer.